Surprised to see Solveig sitting alongside her, Sevine offered her a flash of a smile, she had only spoke with the young warrioress back at Candlehearth Hall, regardless of that fact, Solveig held a positive impression in her mind, and she found her company worthwhile. Coincidentally, their dinghy was filled with women, Roze, Ariane, Solveig and herself; she found it appealing as it was a rare occasion to be surrounded by the fairer sex as they sat shoulder-to-shoulder. When Solveig made a quip about the weather, Sevine felt her stomach turn, her eyes darting to the sky, scanning for any foul weather that lurked behind the dark clouds brewing in the distance.
“I think my stomach has taken a rough beating, but I’ll survive.” Here, Sevine winked at the copper-haired spearwoman, and turned her attention back to the sea. The steady rise and fall of the waves played havoc on her mind, and on her insides, yet she managed to keep what brunch she had down.
Unlike Sevine, one of the other dinghies in front capsized, and one fellow, with not quite the average intelligence, deemed it suitable to wear a set of heavy armor. She grunted in disgust as the fellow flailed about in the water, Farid sharing the same opinion with his stark words, and had Solveig not thrown a rope out to him, his life would have taken the course of natural selection had they chosen not to. However, Ariane cast a spell, what particular one, Sevine did not know, whatever it was, it made roping him in easier than his water-logged weight would have allowed. They hauled him aboard, and let him sit shivering until their dinghy docked in the interior of the lagoon, if one could call it that. She helped the man out, and to her delight, a Redguard man, by the name of Almad, stripped the poor bloke of his drenched clothes, she had to admit, the Breton they had rescued, had a fitting form. Once Almad covered him with a cloak, Sevine turned her prying eyes away, and focused on the important matter at hand. How the Oblivion were they to scale the wall of ice? Sure they had the climbing kit, but without any supports, it was a near vertical climb, a slip from that height would spell death. At first, when Farid suggested Sagax, she shot him a dark glower of hate, how dare he volunteer someone else, and not himself? Where was the pride and dignity in him? How could he call himself a man? She had every intention to spout off at him, but was dissuaded when Do’Karth of all people, or beasts, in his case, volunteered. Her heart plunged, and words of protest died on her lips as she stared wide-eyed at him.
The climb up the icy shaft was difficult, though he covered quite a considerable amount of ground as he inched his way to the top. Halfway up, as Sevine stood peering up the shaft, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip, she gasped and covered her mouth as one of the struts Do’Karth tested broke free, and clattered away. She felt that at any moment, she would see Do’Karth falling to his death.
’O Mara, blessed mother of all, please keep him safe.’ She prayed, too frightened to utter the words verbally. From where she stood, Sevine watched in horror as the grappling hook came undone, and tangled around his leg. How he would make it up the shaft now with one leg and axe concerned her. The gentle lapping of the waters inside the lagoon helped to calm her, though the frigid drop in temperature prompted her to think about why she had not brought a second layer; of course she answered her own thought by thinking of the Breton man; that’s why.
“Do’Karth! Be careful!” She pleaded, oh why did he have to volunteer himself?!
As fate would have it, Do’Karth succeeded in reaching the top, and when the length of his tail vanished over the icy edge, she breathed a sigh of relief, he made it. When he called down the shaft, informing those gathered below, that he had secured the rope, and inquired if he should locate a ladder, the replaying scene of watching him climb mortified her, and the thought of the ladder coming loose, or falling to pieces worried her considerably. She turned to look at Ariane and Farid instead, for guidance on the matter.
“We could all climb up the rope, and once inside the college look for a ladder to make the descent easier, they will likely have stronger materials as well, unless of course, you want to risk us climbing up a rickety ladder that has been lying around for the Divine’s know how long up there.” She stated, none too pleased with the idea of risking any lives than needed that day, already, they almost lost one foolish man for making a bad decision.
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